Chapter 3

After resolving to start with Wilfred, Sarah laid back down on the bed and began to contemplate what kinds of resources she still had left at her disposal. This inevitably led her to think back on the previous body owner's past life. But the more she reflected on it, the worse her complexion became. God, the past decade or so had truly been miserable for the original body owner! The Anderson family appeared glamorous on the surface, but in reality, they were ruthlessly exploitative! When she was very young, her biological mother passed away. Before her body had even had the chance to cool, Maxwell brought Vera and Sherling into the Anderson family's household. Since Sherling was a year older than Vera and was his biological daughter, it meant that Maxwell had an affair with her when he was still married to her biological mother! Her father ignored her, the grandmother detested her, and the stepmother naturally never treated her well. The worst of all had to be Sherling, who acted caring and warm towards her in public, maintaining the facade of a good elder sister while constantly berating and insulting her in private, making her do all kinds of degrading work! And because the original owner was so naive, anyone could order her around easily just by dropping Wilfred's name! Just as she was furrowing her brows in deep thought, the door to the hospital room was pushed open and a young female nurse walked in. Upon seeing Sarah awake, the nurse's eyes lit up: "You're finally awake?" Her attitude prompted Sarah to ask, "How long was I unconscious?" Walking over, the nurse responded, "Half a month." Half a month? She had been asleep for that long? Suddenly, Sarah seemed to hear the patter of rain beside her ear. The gentle, rhythmic sound drew her attention, causing her to pause and focus on the unexpected sensation. She must have transmigrated here half a month ago, at a time when the original owner had been beaten half to death. Vaguely recalling the events, she remembered the day of the steady car ride, where a tall and indifferent silhouette had sat next to her. The memory of that moment lingered, shrouded in a haze of uncertainty and unease, hinting at a deeper mystery surrounding her sudden arrival and the enigmatic figure by her side. It seemed to be a man, at the top of his collar, a strikingly intricate "C" was embroidered with delicate precision, adding a touch of elegance and mystery to his appearance. She quickly grabbed the sleeve of the nurse, asking, "Do you remember who brought me here?" The nurse pondered for a second and replied, "I'm not exactly sure of his appearance, but he was a man. He seemed to be in a hurry and left immediately after he put you down and paid the money. He hasn't appeared for half a month." Sarah was stunned for a second before quickly responding, "Is there any record of my admission? We should be able to find him through those records, right?" She didn't like to be at a disadvantage, nor did she like to owe others. If it was not for this man who brought her to the hospital, she might have died in the rain as soon as she transmigrated. (Transmigration refers to the passage or movement of a soul from one body to another after death) She felt the obligation to pay back such a big favor. "He left without any formalities," the nurse finished and then looked at her, "Are you in such a hurry to find him because you don't remember any other family? Do you want the doctor to examine your head again?" "No need." Upon hearing this, Sarah was somewhat disappointed, but that was all. She smiled and said, "I feel much better now. By the way, could you lend me a cell phone?" The nurse looked surprised and examined the girl in front of her. Sarah had frazzled hair and the chaotic makeup on her small face had been washed off, revealing a delicate and exquisite face, looking unexpectedly innocent and endearing. Such a good girl and no one had visited her during her long hospital stay. The nurse's gaze softened with additional sympathy, "Okay." Soon, Sarah got her hands on a phone that was so beat up that it seemed like it was picked from a dustbin. Nevertheless, it could still be used to connect to WiFi. With great familiarity, Sarah launched the browser and typed in a URL known only to a selected few - Shark in the Abyss. Sarah didn’t hold much hope, but to her surprise, after the screen of the decrepit phone momentarily blacked out, it loaded the page! This was a bounty hunter site, and most of those who could access it were remarkable and influential individuals. They would post missions on it that couldn't be discussed openly, waiting for takers. Moreover, because of this, the rewards offered here were quite high and would increase with the difficulty of the job. To think that she could log into this website in this world too. It seems there are still some commonalities between the two worlds. Sarah started to sift through the missions, not sparing a glance at any job that offered less than ten thousand in reward. She had no choice, she was too short of money now. Without money, how could she stand against Wilfred and the Anderson family? She couldn’t even ensure her own survival without money. But the process of picking a mission wasn’t as smooth as she'd hoped. The tasks she was interested in either offered too low a commission or she was barred from taking them due to her low level. If it were her previous life, as the only rank number 99 hotshot across the whole network, Sarah would casually pick any task and never fail. Each time she took action, she would stir up quite a bit of attention in Abyss Shark. But now - She was a newcomer with a registered ranking number of zero. Sarah pressed her eyebrows with one hand, her eyes darted around, and she turned the task restriction column to "No restrictions." In this column, the only task that had no level requirements and a reward above ten thousand British pounds appeared in front of her: "June 28, Black Mist Bar Bar private room A, steal the password box on the trade scene and replace its contents with a stone. Task reward: 100,000 British pounds" 100,000 british pounds? With such a generous reward, Sarah found it hard not to be swayed. Without any hesitation, she took this task. The moment she clicked on "Accept", she received an email. It was a temporary communication platform independently developed by Abyss Shark, which could better protect the privacy of both parties. Sarah opened the email, carefully read the stuff inside, and then simply sent back a full stop in reply. This indicated that she was knowledgeable and would definitely complete the task. At the same time, Chris, on the other side of the platform, saw this reply that was so simple it was verging on arrogance, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It looked like he was dealing with a formidable character? Alright, since this person was so confident, he would just have to wait and see if they could complete the task! After putting down her phone, Sarah thought for a few seconds, then opened her browser again and typed in "Black Mist Bar". The first thing that caught her eye was a job advertisement. They were hiring singers, offering five hundred a day, payment on job completion. A thought sparked in Sarah's mind. This could be a good opportunity. Not only could she get inside to complete the task, she could also earn some side money! By evening, she sneaked out of the hospital, avoiding the nurses. She stood by the side of the road, fretting about how to get to the bar, she didn't have a single cent on her! and the hospital was quite far from the bar As she was contemplating whether or not to walk the three or four kilometers, a thin, pitch-black hand, its skeletal fingers gaunt to the bone, suddenly tugged on her pant leg. Sarah looked down and saw a young beggar sprawled on the ground, extending his hand towards her: "Kind soul, my leg is broken, I beg you to spare some change..." There was a bowl full of cash in front of him. Sarah's eyes lit up, she didn't hesitate to take his hand. "Thank you! I'm short on cash, I appreciate you giving this to me!" "Your leg will surely heal!" She blessed him sincerely, then took the bowl before him and grabbed all the money within. After doing this, she put the bowl back in its place, turned around, and immediately hailed a taxi. No sooner had she sat down, she waved a cheerful goodbye to the beggar outside. The stunned beggar finally snapped back to reality. With the support of his hand, he unexpectedly stood up! He chased after the taxi, cursing as he ran, "damn girl, you have no conscience! Give me back my money!"